So, I'm outside finishing up digging up my favorite weeds because it's a beautiful day, and the neighbors are outside working in their yards as well.
My weed party is then interrupted by the stench of the gasoline powered mower two houses away. That's fine, I understand, we all can't be pushing our backs out of whack with a push reel mower. Unpleasant, but I can deal.
My next door neighbor is busy pulling weeds and piling on the Miracle Gro Garden Soil into his raised beds. That's okay, at least he's growing food in his raised beds. Sure, he's not using organic methods, but it's a step, no? (And their leeks are enormous!)
I continue with my weeds (yes, it's a large project) and am interrupted again, this time by my son asking me what the neighbor is doing. I look up to see that he is spraying grass and weed killer on the cracks in his driveway not too far from me . Of course, the wind is blowing in my direction so I'm inundated by a cloud of chemicals.
Ah, another beautiful spring day!